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Name: Georges
Birthday: 7/28/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: being a dork, being a geek, being a nerd, being paranoid, being random, bending the matrix to my will, books, brightening others' days, butterflies, chasing down public buses, computers, dreaming, eating desert first, eating only desert, entertaining others, flirting, free stuff, fried ice cream, going to bed late, gymnastics, hanging out with friends, keeping things simple, killer instinct, laughing, laughing infectiously, laughing till it hurts, laughing uncontrollably, making people happy, making up new words, massages, meeting new people, Morrowind, multilingualism, multitasking, music, playing the piano, procrastinating, procrastination, reading, reading while walking, RPG's, skiiing, Sonic the Hedgehog, stealing candy from babies, using the suffix "age", video games, waking up early, wasting time, women, Kirsten Dunst, Janet Jackson, saving time, being efficient
Expertise: Music, Piano, Impressionism in music, Computers, Languages
Occupation: Student
Industry: Computers (Hardware)
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Member Since:
12/13/2003
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| It finally happened!
Well, seeing as how I tend not to remember my dreams, surely it's happened; only now I remember when it has.
That is, specifically, that my sweetie has a starring role in a dream of mine. I've starred in her dreams already. Previously, she'd been IMPLIED in mine, but hadn't been explicitly there until now.
DREAM Thursday night(6/11/2009)/Friday morning:
We were in a bus, a large group of us on some kind of road trip. The road trip was coming to an end and people were being dropped off. We were in or near Chicago, looking for the home of two people on the bus. I needed to be dropped off in Chicago, too, but didn't know where to find Elizabeth. She didn't know we were coming, so I didn't have directions.
We were getting closer so I began hurredly searching through my phone (different from my real-life one) for her address or her number to call her.
Eventually, I made the guess that she'd be at the Shiz (or the Shizzle? my brain made it up) some hip place my people go to. Nobody else had any ideas, so the bus stopped there. I got down, having just found her number on my phone. I started ringing it as I walked in, but knew it'd be pointless, and closed it a moment later when I saw her sitting on the wooden floor in front of a jukebox. Excited, I ran over to her, just barely containing my excitement, just barely restraining my speed so as to sneak up on her. I jumped in front of her.
She smiled, taking the surprise in stride. "What are you doing here?" I began to cover her in kisses. It felt ever so good to see her again.
At this point I woke up, but not a sudden dream-jarring awkening. It was a very smooth transition into wakefulness, in that the dream was just picked up by my conscient imagination.
REALITY CHECK
I'll soon be in Michigan, merely 6 google-map hours from my girlfriend, who'll be in Chicago. Clearly the motivation for this dream, as I've never dreamt of Chicago before. I do have roadtrip dreams; that aspect's not new.
It's a long-distance relationship, so we don't see each other too often. That was carried over into the dream, hence my excitement to see her. Soon I will see her; she's flying down here and I'll be pretty darn excited to see her.
I've several times had this dreams-bleeding-into-reality thing where I've technically woken up, but continue the dream uninterrupted on my own power without fully acknowledging/realizing that I'm no longer beholden to it. I don't know how often this happens to others. Going the other way, from full consciousness to (lucid) dream'll be much more difficult. | | |
| Damn it.
I hurt her. Made her feel like she was on the stand.
Brows are furrowed in self-directed anger, having trouble relaxing them. Muscles around my nose all tense, headache developing.
I'm continually surprised by how just much my emotions fly in relation to this girl. Knowing that I'm the source of her pain is making me feel real lousy. Makes me feel like an ass.
Must check my past behavior; have I done this to others? This will/must change; her happiness is what I want.
I'm sorry, love. | | |
| I need to get back into recording my dreams. It's been a while since I have, and I want to keep track, in order to be able to look 'em up later and confirm any prophetic ones. Also, with new girl in my life, I want to see when she appears in 'em.
Bits and pieces left from Saturday night:
For some reson I was being chased by Al Pacino, trying to kill me for some reason. His name or fame wasn't important here, but it was definitely his face.
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Went somewhere, don't remember where. Came back to my place, an apartment or townhouse complex, to hide from Pacino, and to put an end to this once and for all. I forget the logic used in the dream, but my dying was for the better, the greater good, as long as it wasn't by his hand. I got back and realized noone was there - I hadn't thought to bring someone along, so I'd have to kill myself. Which I was just about willing to do, then I realized that it might be an unforgivable sin. So I needed to find someone to do it for me, and I wasn't sure who'd be willing.
So I stepped back out, heading around behind the place. Ran into Chris/Bernardo, who was coming to my place looking for Yessenia/Consuelo - maybe we were roomates in the dream. I told him she was nowhere to be found.
There was more, but I've forgotten by now.
REALITY CHECK:
Potential spark for the dream - A friend of my brother's, Ashley recently mentioned that she'd never seen Scarface, which is probably why it was Pacino's face here. I mentioned that I"ve got a Scarface sweater, but I'd never seen the movie.
Chris was Bernardo in the recent production of West Side Story I was in. Yessenia, his girlfriend, was an ensemble Shark. They were the subject of our(the cast's) teasing, as they'd been hanging out all the time. They eventually made it official and the response from everyone was basically "DUH!" No surprise. | | |
| I call out "I know you're there!", cause you never know. Or I dance.
I just answered this Featured Question; you can answer it too! | | |
| Got home, past midnight. Sat in car for a moment, trying not to think. Ha. When has that ever worked for me?
Stepped out of vehicle, walked to door. Stopped for a moment and breathed in some refreshing, cool night air. I looked up, knowing there would be no moon, but still disappointed to find none there. Felt two drops of moisture, one on forehead and one on face. Would it rain?
Earlier, while driving, I had willed it to stop raining when drops had threatened the windshield pane. It literally stopped at my command. So I thought this time, why the hell not? Changed into something I wouldn't mind getting wet, stepped back outside and willed it to rain.
Didn't work this time. I can apparently stop the rain, but I can't generate it.
Here in May I'm contemplating April showers.
Not the kind that grows flowers,
But that pains and hearts it sours
-- Catch ya on the flip side,
It's a rough tide but I can ride, since need be.
I can stand the rain, but can she?
Sigh. | | |
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